My step father was born in a rich family, but he was very lavish, and it was his fourth marriage. I opened the door, and I saw a woman. It was my step mother. Although it was the first time I saw her, she was the picture of my real step mother. It sounds shameless, but I got the urge to fall on her bosom as I used to do when I was young.
When I looked at the miserable figure of my step father who had past away of falling from a horse, I wondered why my step mother and she had been attracted by such a person. The next day, a gorgeous carriage arrived at the house. It was from my grand step father. He would take care of us because my house was already mortgaged. I didn t know at that time, but he had another reason to take care of us. He didn t have any man relative. Therefore, he call me to make me an heir. In this way, my step mother and I went to the step grandfather s house.
